Nightwing One-Shots

The Stand Up

Dick watched tv upside down, his legs running up the back of the couch, he was bored but always in a good mood, Jason read a book on the couch his legs extending across the couch over Dicks stomach, Damian in the corner doing pushups, and Stephnie, sitting on the floor talking to Damian about random things like dog perfume and coastal differences,

"Alright, I'm heading out for the night." Tim huffed putting his jacket on, dressed in a button up and tie, his hair slicked back with a few strands gracing his forehead. This made Dick sit up, and Jason look up,

"Where are you going dressed like that, good sir?" Dick said with a smile crossing his face,

"Out on a date." Tim said excitedly. Stephanie's spiel about west coast chilling came to a halt as she was left staring blankly at Damian,

"Where are you going?" Dick inquired,

"I'm taking her to Le Restaurant Le Plus Chic."

"Oh really?" Jason nodded in approval, "Good for you, man."

"Yeah, have fun, Timmy." Dick nodded, following Jason's rhythm. Stephanie took a second before resuming her talking, trying to make it seem as though she wasn't listening. Damian quickly caught on to the act while transitioning to sit ups, Stephanie instinctively putting her knees on his feet. Tim walked out the door wrapping his maroon scarf around his neck, a draft of cold flooded through the manor to the living room where the teens and young adults all sat around,

"Good for Tim, his last heartbreak was really rough on him." Stephanie overheard Dick whispering to Jason. She guessed they were whispering because of her since she was heavily involved in Tim's heartbreak, being the one who caused it. Stephanie's back kept toward the boys while helping Damian but her ears focused on their quieted words,

"I thought he'd never leave the house again." Jason replied,

"I'm really happy for him, getting back out there. He seemed really excited,

"Yeah but, don't tell anyone, I always shipped him with Steph." Jason leaned in with a goofy grin,

"No way, Jason Todd, shipping people? I might die." Dick chuckled before a long drawn out sigh, "It's friday night, and were sitting here like nerds with no life."

"Wanna rephrase that?"

"Jason, let's go out. Double date, I'll take..." Dick put his finger to his chin, thinking hard,

"Barbara."

"No."

"Kori."

"No."

"Zatanna."

"No."

"Betty."

"Ooo, no go."

"Lana?"

"No."

"Ava?"

"No."

"Carol?"

"No."

"Bella?" Jason pitched. This went on for a while, like, a long while,

"No, no, no." Dick shook his head back and forth,

"Then who are you going to go with Dick? I practically listed off a whole baby naming book of women you've dated!" Jason stood up, being fed up with Dick's long playboy history and chronic indecisiveness,

"I'll just pick up a date on the way." Dick stood heading over with Jason to the coat rack. They began putting on jackets, Jason rocking a beanie that had a "Screw the Batfam '' patch on the front over a burn that happened when Dick and Barbara played keep away from Jason, in front of the fireplace,

"Who are you taking, Jase?" Dick asked fixing his hair in the dark windows,

"Umm..." Jason couldn't think of a single name, "Think we could do a boys night, I've got no one to call. Last time I went out with someone, I remember accidentally lighting her car on fire."

"Oh, Jason..." Dick laughed and shook his head, "Call Roy, I'll get Wally."

When they finally exited Stephine turned her attention back to Damian,

"So you're still into Drake, and you regret breaking it off with him." Damian deduced with a monotone voice,

"How'd you know?"

"I may not be known as one of the best detectives ever to live, Like Drake, but I can still read a face." Damian paused, "Don't tell Drake I said that."

"Our secret." She sighed, "I thought I could be fine, but I can't help it, I still like him."

"Then why'd you leave him?" Damian's eyes narrowed, his tone bordering on being defensive of Tim,

"It was a confusing time in our lives, I never meant to hurt him." Stephanie assured,

"Why don't you go tell him that?"

"What? He's already on his date!"

"So, go stop the date, tell him how you really feel."

"You're right, thanks Damian." Stephanie pulled the resisting Wayne child into a hug,

"Brown, you know I think you look adequate no matter what, but you might want to think about showering, and getting that gum out of your hair before charging into a french restaurant." Damian suggested,

"You're right." Stepanie rushed to the bathroom. After a long fourty five minutes of getting ready that really only took twenty minutes and the other twenty five was just Damian saying no to every outfit she tried on until finally settling on an olive green sweater, pale pink pants with brown boots, and wearing her hair curly,

"Perfect." Damian finally agreed,

"Okay, I got to go." Stephanie smiled, grabbing her keys to rush out the door, across town to Le Restaurant Le Plus Chic.

She flung open the door of the restaurant bushing past the hostess by just putting her hand to block the girl's face. Marching forward she looked around the many people to see a round table in the center back a ways away. There sat Tim and only Tim, sipping red wine hunched over the table, his hand holding up his head, Stephanie knew he was far too young to obtain it legally. She marched up to the table. Before her shoulders dropped seeing Tim look up from his brood, his eyes unamused and dark, "What are you doing here?" he asked, bitter in a sense,

"T-tim." She stuttered, not realising how nerve wracking this would be, "I need to tell you- wait? Where's your date?" She looked around a little before looking back at Tim,

"I got stood up." Tim almost laughed he was so close to crawling under the table in despair,

"Oh nooooo." Stephanie genuinely felt bad, "Who would do that to someone?"

"Apparently, this girl." Tim swished around his wine in his glass, "Why am I never good enough?" He smiles, his dazzling blue eyes were brought back to Stephanie, who gulped down the knot in her throat,

"Don't say that, Tim." Stephanie shook her head slowly as he gave a disbelieving chuckle in response,

"Anyway, what were you going to tell me?" He sighed, making her take a deep breath before speaking,

"I wanted to tell you that I was crashing your date." She nervously twiddled her fingers,

"Why?"

"Because, I never meant to hurt you, and I need you to know it wasn't easy for me either, and I-I...I want you back Tim. I regret breaking up with you, because I can't stop thinking about you and I want-." She was cut off when right then Tim stood up lunging towards her to grab her face, his lips reaching hers as they began to kiss, Their eyes closing as Tim's other hand wrapped around her waist and she put her hands on his shoulder slowly lowering to his chest,

"I want you back too." He whispered before kissing her once more.